At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi throbbing waiting I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives.
T. S. EliotBetween the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.
T. S. EliotThose who talk of the bible as a monument of English prose are merely admiring it as a monument over the grave of Christianity.
T. S. Eliot